Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lesotho and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Index. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Index,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.